If you were taking an erotic photograph of me, I would ask you to…
…capture the essence of the moment…harness the light as it is…focus on what the eye would otherwise miss…intensify the colors and mute the insignificant…blur the inconsequential…and above all else, seize the story by way of the image itself…
As the hot water cascaded down my skin, the suds worked well into my hair, I was wet long before stepping into the shower. My clit, now engorged and sensitive, welcomed the warm flow from above as I adjusted the temperature even hotter. Stepping back and bracing against the smooth tile, the stream found its hardened target and elicited the intended response.
With a slight adjustment, the rushing water parted its way in, deeper and more intense, and caused a blur of motion in the developing fog. Pushing back against the stream, I became lost in the primeval rhythm of desire. Toes strained to compensate for weakening legs, until my back arched and overrode them all.
The overwhelming sensation escalated rapidly and without further warning, crashed upon me forcing an audible scream and clenched knuckles as I dropped to one knee to help weather the storm. Over and over, waves of pleasure washed over me along with the steaming water responsible for it all. As it subsided and I rose, I saw you lift the camera back up to your eye.
For a mesmerizing second it hung, suspended by the tiniest thread, a perfect drop glistening in the morning sun. I heard the shutter click just before it dropped, splashing against the tile floor, and your smile told me that you did exactly what I had asked…
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When I first met Mr Minx I was continually surprised that his eyes were always “on” me 👀 Seemed every time I glanced at him, he was looking at me with adoring eyes…a concept that was completely foreign to me. It took me a very long time to no longer be shocked by his ways. As the years have passed, my body has changed, in some ways I actually like, and others I’m not very happy with. Ten years later 🕛 his eyes are still always on me…even when I’m not looking. Today, I am no longer shocked, but will NEVER EVER get used to it. He’s definitely a keeper 💋
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I am so thankful to have found Mr Minx! His hands are one of those things that make me stop and think about all the ways he touches me… my mind, my body, and my heart ❤
From the day we met, almost ten years ago, even before I realized, he began filling my life with so much that had been missing… and has continued to overflow my heart with all I need and so much more. He is the key to me being me, and I couldn’t love him more for it.
“So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You’ll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart” ~ Wicked
I am grateful to have him, someone that not only accepts who I am, but celebrates it, as well. I don’t think I will ever get used to it, and look forward to expressing my thanks… forever!
I am Krystal’s partner-in-crime. I’m usually behind the scenes, acting as her personal paparazzi, to capture her sexy life! Now, I'm joining her in front of the lens to indulge our amazing passion-filled sex life, and everything else we find hot and erotic.